The Kler mansion was silent and cold, run with the same precision Jonathan Kler used for his business. Since his wife’s death, he buried himself in work, visiting his sick son Oliver only through hired nurses and doctors. Oliver, weak and bedridden with a rare neurological disease, barely reacted to anything—until Grace arrived. She was hired only to clean, yet Oliver began smiling, eating, even humming. Jonathan noticed the change and, suspicious, checked the hallway cameras.
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